Why is it that
sad songs have
the wisdom of
lands I desire?

With tragic words
I hear the world
with it's beautiful
skies.

I gulp down the air,
and realize that
every siren beacons
me home.

A place that won't
be seen with dreaming eyes.
I sigh as the very music
transplants me in
happiness.

01/18/2010

Posted on 01/19/2010
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